Jean, too, crossed the little bridge, climbed the fence, mounted her wheel, and rolled off down the dusty road.,
“Well, papa did. If he was alive he’d be giving it to me about now, good and plenty.”,
A whoop startled her and she turned to see a handsome boy racing up on a brown pony, also carrying a basket..
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